Lyrics: Paid Time Off

I called you

But I'd of run out of words

So I stared at the plastic

Collidin' with dirt

At the fast food

Sign out in Leb

I prepared for the warfare

With the voice in my head


And I thought it was strange

How the letters were placed

How the hiring sign

Seemed to laugh in my face


And if you were here, you'd make a joke of it

I'm alone, getting lost in the scope of it

And I see you drive in


And your love is like an open flame

I'm a running car, you're a closed garage

Someone once told us there's a world out there

But we don't care enough to drive that far

It's been a damn near perfect day

Just getting high at the outlet mall

Most people grow up and they move away

But you don't care and I don't mind at all


I got the car, you got the bag

A handwritten note left from mom and dad

Police scanner bouncing on the dash

Cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash


I had the brains for a city job

But you got the taste of a county cop

Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf

Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off


Such simple lines

They drew to make this place

In the interest of time

We got a whole lot to waste


And your love is like an open flame

I'm a running car, you're a closed garage

Someone once said there's a world out there

But we don't care enough to drive that far

It's been a damn near perfect day

Just getting high at the outlet mall

People grow and they move away

But you don't care and I don't mind at all

You don't care and I don't mind at all


I got the car, you got the bag

Handwritten note left from mom and dad

A police scanner bouncing on the dash

A cup of burnt coffee and a check to cash


I had the brains for a city job

But you got the taste of a county cop

Pack of cigarettes and a round of golf

Make a livin' workin' for the paid time off